The Alley

Money.

I needed money. The green light was an efficent was of acquiring the funds I would need, but I couldn't just sit around praying to stumble upon one.

No. I needed a business venture of my own. Something that would create gradual income if I was there to monitor or not.

I was already set up for a hefty inheritance once my father kicks the bucket; and I'd likely rewrite his will to hand down the rights of his company to me, his eldest son, rather this his first-born.

Then I'd decide whether to keep the company or sell it for enough money to live comfortably on.

It was a logical and ingenious idea, but it wasn't my only. My father's wealth was only a drop in the sea compared to the amount I could inherit if I played my cards right.

My father, though estranged with much of his immediate family, was still the son of one of South Korea's largest conglomerates. Leave it to the fool to get his children, and further descendants, renounced from an inheritance totaling billions of dollars.

Still, if I plotted correctly, there could be a portion of that wealth left for me once my grandfather died.

"Billions of dollars..." It left a lingering taste of power on my lips. I leaned back, basking in the thoughts of endless wealth, and the endless women that came with it.

My father was a fool for leaving his family, but hell would cool before I succumbed to the same foolishness he did.

My chest heaved with a satisfied breath. My fingers hovered above the keyboard of my computer, which I'd been writing down my plans and idea in for a while.

It was a bit... idiotic to leave the knowledge of magic, lights, and interdimensial travels on a laptop that could be stumbled upon by anyone curious enough, but it was better than a diary.

Behind me, Jake's lethargic yawn cut through my thoughts. He and I had passed the time talking and studying since I returned from the affairs with Aunt Karen.

I gave him a lazy smile. "You should get some sleep."

He nodded in silent affirmation before collapsing on his bed. His soft snores filled the room as he drifted into sleep.

I turned back to my computer, staring st the blinking screen in front of me. Reciting the words quietly in my head, a strange feeling of nostalgia struck me.

I recalled the day my mother bought me this computer vividly. I had brought it up to her on several occasions just to ease her up, and I even offered a few weeks of my savings as an inital down-payment.

Brittany and I retired to her rooms that night, and through my rush of anticipation and excitement, I was awake throughout the night.

My smile faded as quickly as it had appeared when my phone began to ring. I dug a hand into my pocket and retreated it. 'Brittany' was spelled in bright white letters.

A pit formed in my stomach, and I was brought back to that day with Monica. I'd answered her call in the middle of the night, and haven't heard back from her ever since.

Though it did lead to an interesting thought; _how much would I have cared if it was Brittany? She was _my sister, and while I did feel a degree of affection for her, it paled to how strongly I cared for Monica.

I quickly picked the call and pressed my phone to my ears, glancing at Jake to make certain he was still asleep before speaking, "Brittany? Odd of you to call me this time of night."

"Wazzzzzzzzup?!" Brittany's words were slurred and incoherent as she yelled into the phone. Her voice rose with laughter, fell into whispers, and repeated, like a roller-coaster of emotions.

Relief filled me, strangely enough, at the confirmation that Brittany hadn't been kidnapped, and this wasn't the kidnappers' ransom offer. It was simply my older, still underage, sister intoxicated out of her mind.

"What's going on, Brittany? Where are you?" I said slowly, taking a pause in-between each word. I was a bit rusty on speaking to drunk people.

"I was — I — Stacy DITCHED me and now I'm HUNGRY," Brittany whisper-shouts into the phone. She tried to stomp her for added emphasis, but the motion either makes her fall or drop her phone.

Eventually, I heard the sounds of rustling, and a hand stumbling around to pick it up.

"Can you take me home? I'm at that club. You know — Morningstar? — And — And — I'm not feeling so good." She sounded almost... scared, well before her voice faded and the distinct sound of puking filled my ear.

I hung up after a beat of silence from the other end.

"Brittany... you dumb cunt," I hissed.

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Most people cared enough about their families to assist them in times of trouble. I did not. Actually, it hadn't crossed my mind to help Brittany out of the goodness of my heart. I was only here now, in a puke-stained alleyway near Morningstar, because I'd hold it over her whenever I needed something.

It hadn't been difficult to find Brittany amidst the blaring sounds of Morningstar a few miles away. Her shoes and other familiar belongings were tossed around, leaving a trail to the spot she'd curled into.

I knelt beside her sleeping body. My eyes traced each part of her body, from her toes to her forehead. Her eyes were shut in peaceful sleep, and she didn't react when I reached out to caress her face.

It would be fairly easy to scoop Brittany up and carry her back to her dorm, of course. Heck I'd get back in time to catch up on lost sleep.

But...

Uncertainty crept around me, its dark tendrils wrapping tight around my neck.

"Brittany," I called cautiously, nudging her. She groaned, and I stilled for a moment, but eventually rolled on her side and continued snoring.

"Brittany," I called again, louder. My hand shook her gently, enough to wake anyone else, but lacking in effectiveness against **** consumption and exhaustion.

I scanned the surrounding to ensure we were alone before tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her to a secluded, hidden-off area of the alleyway. As long as I remained reasonably quiet, nobody would be able to tell we were in there.

I breathed out shakily as I laid Brittany down on the ground, my eyes leering and hungry. I scrutinized her calmly, taking deep breaths to soothe my raging nerves.

She looked so... peaceful. I extended an unsteady hand and grasped her breast, squeezing her soft skin. Her breath hitched, a hint of pink tinting her cheeks.

I approached her body slowly, my grip on her flesh firm. I leaned forward, pressing my neck into my neck. Her warm breath reeked of ****, but still sent blood pouring to my cock.

Lust eroded inside me as I planted kisses on her neck, then to her pink cheek. "God," I muttered breathlessly.

Moving down, I hooked a hand into her chest, lifting it over her shoulders and tossing into a corner. The sight of her breasts filling a AA bra made my breath catch in my throat.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Brittany," I whispered into her ear. Her body was beginning to react to my intimate touch, even if her mind wasn't.

It crossed my mind to take this slow; maybe I'd start off with her mouth, then work my way down to the rest of her body. But it mattered little when I finally yanked her skirt down to her knees. Her lacy black panties was damp with evidence of her arousal, and too enticing to ignore.

I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I breathed a sharp intake of air before pulling her panties to the side, watching as it was devoured by her asscheek, and tugging my pants down.

I lined myself up with my sister's wet entrace before plunging in, forever shattering the boundaries of taboo.

I'd fucked Brittany before, but never so vividly, and emotionally. I wasted no time easing myself into her, instead hammering into her, just as intoxicated as she'd been.

My fingers pricked the skin of her breasts as I thrusted, as fast and hard as my hips could move. I'd never fucked someone so fervently, save for maybe Karen just hours ago.

The scent of ****, puke, and sex overwhelmed my senses. I captured her lips in a stiff, affectionless kiss. Her lipgloss tasted like pure vanilla, if it was mixed with ****. An intoxicating mixture of both, really.

Her body shook, wracked with involuntary shudders and tremors as I rammed into her from behind.

This... was intoxicating. The feeling of fucking without any security, where the occurrence of her eyes shooting open was never far from mind. This was the rush I needed to be content.

There was no magic or orbs involved in this. Nothing influencing or controlling my actions. A deep growl erupted from the pits of my stomach as I clasped a hand around Brittany's neck and prepared to finish.

She was likely already carrying my child. What's another creampie?

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Rather than doing the bare minimum and carrying Brittany home after I was done with her, or even calling Stacy to pick her up, I'd left her in that spot in the alley, cum dripping out of her mouth and face. A few facials had even stuck to her face.

The image was burned in my mind, a constant reminder of how low I'd fallen. Than again, nothing had truly changed. I was still the same person I'd been stepping foot inside my dorm for the first time.

The lights hadn't changed me. This was me... this pit in my chest, sucking up any emotion I felt for Brittany, for Aunt Karen, for my mother, it had always been there.

But these powers of mine had enlarged that pit, and soon, it'd slowly consume me.

I dabbed a handful of water onto my face. My eyes never shut, and they never left the reflection in the mirror.

I hadn't become a monster, as I'd feared. Nothing changed. I was the same yesterday, and I'd be the same once the sun set over the planet again.

My reflection stared its dark blue eyes back at me, the warmth behind them drained away into an icy chill. I nudged my glasses back into place, a cool smile playing on my lips.

I'd lost something that night, but I also gained something of incomparable value: a resolve to have this world on its knees before I withered away and succumbed to divine wrath.

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(And that's wraps. I have some mixed feelings about this chapter, specifically the end. I think it seems too much like my character had gone emo. He hasn't. He's lost something, but it's not his emotions. He still cares, loves, and hurts like the rest of us. But those blue eyes have lost something dear; anyone dare to guess what it is?)